In Answer to Vice-Magistrate Zhang
Late in my life I only care for quiet.
A million pressing tasks, I let them go.
I look at myself; I have no long range plans.
To go back to the forest is all I know.
Pine breeze: I ease my belt. Hill moon: I strum
My lute. You ask - but I can say no more
About success or failure than the song
The fisherman sings, which comes to the deep shore.
Translated by Vikram Seth in "Three Chinese Poet"